"My name is Xu Rao, one of the Seven Siblings of Wushan," Xu Rao said indifferently.
"Each of the seven of us has an ability we excel at."
"And what I excel at most is interrogation."
"You have only one chance."
"So... who is the alchemist?" Xu Rao asked, his eyes motionless as he quietly watched Shang Huan.
The cold gaze made Shang Huan's scalp tingle.
How had he run into this pack of fiends?!
All the Lower Academy disciples nearby knew that the Seven Siblings of Wushan were ruthless, enslaving Lower Academy disciples to farm and make money for them.
Many disciples who resisted had all vanished without a trace!
Most importantly, they had done this for years without suffering any consequences!
"Looks like he's a tough one." Ai Ji looked impatient. "You should get on with it. I hate wasting time most of all."
"You made the wrong choice." Xu Rao's expression remained calm.
He raised two fingers like a blade.
Swish!
"I'll talk!" Shang Huan shouted at the top of his lungs.
A bead of blood seeped from the right side of Shang Huan's neck and slid downward.
His scalp exploded with numbness. His bloodshot eyes widened. In that instant just now, he had almost felt as though he were about to bid this world farewell.
I made so much money and bought the most expensive secret art, but I haven't even practiced it yet!
I can't die. I absolutely can't die!
Shang Huan's face turned pale as he clenched his teeth.
"Who is the alchemist?" Xu Rao's voice remained flat.
Shang Huan opened his mouth, his throat so dry he could barely speak. His right hand clenched fiercely into a fist. How had he ended up in this situation?
"Speak!" Ai Ji roared impatiently.
Xu Rao